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When it used to matter…
It was surrounded by a market place. But you could enter when things were bustling or when only a few were out to grab their wares.
They can’t walk yet.
How do I teach my little one that height doesn’t matter?
When my daughter was about three years old, my wife brought her downtown one day to meet me for lunch.
There are now towels on every single mirror back at my house in Ormond Beach.
My mom used to take me to her psychiatrist appointments.
(told off, while the placenta’s still wet)
“Do you want some bread grandma?”
My mom handed grandma a small piece of bread.
Coincidence? I think not.
Mysterious Tales from the Suburbs…
A Gay Moment of Bigotry on a Family Road Trip
What parents do or not do have lifelong impacts on children.
actresses, witches, mothers
or,”why one needs a nervous breakdown”
ACTION ALERT: please e-mail Merrian-Webster after reading this tale of a legendarily embarrassing but delightfully naughty family Scrabble…
The last thing she told me was her name. Skilled at choosing the right audience, she sat down next to me.
My mother’s closet is long and dark and mostly everything in it has its shoulders covered in a thick layer of dust.
Writing with My Special Needs Child
musings from a back-to-work mom
Parenting for the new millennium
All Gone: A Memoir of My Mother’s Dementia. With Refreshments
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